Sunday, June 18, 2006

Thought #7

Mommy, why does it have to hurt so?
What's wrong with me?
Why am I crying so?
Why is there no blood to show?

Mommy, can't you see I'm suffering?
What's wrong with me?
Is it my muffled breath?
Is it the tears I secretly shed?

What can the doctor see?
The bloated chest?
My swollen eyes?
The heart's the one on the demise!

I'll cast myself in plaster
Such will be my final burden
The final sound a death-rattle

Incubus by l0v3l3ss (that's me!)

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